Downtime (Nicky Troutman’s Bounce to the Ounce Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Phonte] Yo, ay-y-y-yo, check it Aiyyo, I be the rap golden child (Word) That's old school like Heinekens and lowered brows Used to get bent, but I'm sober now And these days, that's how I hold it down Look over crowds like a fatal attack Overdose style, I'm stopping niggas dead in they tracks Before they even start a beef to get it settled on wax You better e-mail or send in a fax, don't make the most of it (Don't go there) You talking loud just 'cause the hoes love it I treat beef like IPO's and y'all ain't tryna go public Or go at it, supposedly mad at me Tripping with name brand emotional baggage It's big time, that's why I don't be approaching the average I'm roasting you faggots, 'cause I'm so diplomatic And that's just the way we doing it, y'all [Hook: Phonte, Q-Tip sample] "Rappers better count my presence as they downtime" 'Cause I ain't got no fuck around time [Verse 2: Phonte] Like Cesar, yo, I woke up from a dream today Thinking 'bout how I'm gon' get some fuckin' cream today (For real) So many emcees to crush and teams to slay So many rhymes to write, so many things to say And yo, we still ain't willies or thugs Can't concieve new thoughts, Hip-Hop needs some new fertility drugs 'Cause this rap shit supposed to be art (For real!) Niggas tryna eat, but everybody got a grocery cart Rap should be beautiful, like raindrops, or walks in the park A child's first steps, or Stevie playing Rhodes in the dark I'm parallel to the culture, just composing my thoughts Coming back to the music we supposedly lost Get some cheese and one day, yo, we can hopefully floss Come together for real, together for real (Get it together for real) [Hook: Phonte, Q-Tip sample] "Rappers better count my presence as they downtime" "Rappers better count my presence as they downtime" 'Cause I ain't got no fuck around time [Verse 3: Phonte] I spend my moments in the lab putting down rhymes (True) And if you ain't fam, get the fuck from around mine I'm making sure my cards is dealt right Sound bomb but stealth mics, and when I'm on stage it's held tight And give a fuck what you felt like 'Cause it ain't given 'til I say it is Nigga, stop tryna help like– And get the fuck out my spotlight with all your spitting This year, we getting that turkey with all the trimmings On tour with all the womens Looking like we pushing more weight than Richard Simmons With chicks from all religions 'Cause that's how we doing it, and that's how we living (That's how we living) If the getting is good, then yo, we gotta get it right now (That's how we do it) [Hook: Phonte, Q-Tip sample] "Rappers better count my presence as they downtime" (Yo, check me out – for real... real... real...)